Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

The soldiers acted quickly and rushed into the camp to search carefully. Their movements were neat and professional, and they soon found signs of the battle.

Looking at those messy marks, the anger in Utur's heart gradually calmed down. He knew that Wei Shao was not lying. There was indeed a fierce fight here just now.

Faced with such evidence, Utur had nothing to say. The anger in his heart was extinguished instantly, replaced by helplessness and confusion.

He glared at Wei Shao and warned: "Remember your words and don't let me find out about any betrayal on your part."

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves and left, leading the soldiers away.

Wei Shao looked at Utur's leaving figure and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his words were confirmed, and he knew that he had escaped death.

However, there was not much joy and relief in his heart. He knows that his situation is still very dangerous, and he may fall into despair if he is not careful.

As night fell, Wei Shao sat alone in the camp, thinking a lot.

He knew that he was not out of the woods, but he also believed that as long as he remained calm and resourceful, he would be able to get through it.

Although Wei Shao had already calmed down, the scene just now was still vivid in his mind. He clearly remembered Utur's eyes and tone, as well as the wary and doubtful looks of the soldiers around him.

He knew that these people would never let him go, and they would definitely guard him more closely in the future. Whatever he wanted to do, the action would become more difficult.

However, Wei Shao is not a person who gives up when faced with difficulties. There is a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, which seems to illuminate his own path in the darkness.

He knows that every step he takes needs to be carefully considered, but at the same time he is convinced that he will be able to succeed.

In this dark night, Wei Shao's heart became more determined and brighter. He knew that these hardships in the Northern Territory would become the whetstone for his growth and strength.

During the pre-war meeting the next day, Utur called all the generals in Northern Xinjiang to the camp and asked them how to turn defeat into victory.

He sat in the center of the tent, with a gloomy face and sharp eyes, obviously thinking deeply.

Utur was wearing a black robe, which was spread out on the ground, like a black lotus.

His hand gently rested on the long sword at his waist, and his fingertips trembled slightly, showing his inner anxiety.

The generals entered the tent one after another, their faces solemn and the atmosphere depressing.

The fire pot in the tent made a crackling sound, and the firelight reflected on the generals' armor, shining with a cold light.

They sat around Utur, some bowed their heads in thought, some had firm eyes, and some looked worried.

"Generals," Utur broke the silence, "our current situation is not optimistic, and the war situation is not good for us. But we are the defenders of northern Xinjiang and cannot give up easily. Now, I need your advice on how to turn defeat into victory. ?”

There was silence in the tent, no one answered.

The generals looked at each other, obviously thinking about countermeasures.

At this time, a general named Zil broke the silence. "We need to re-evaluate the war situation and find the enemy's weaknesses. We can start from Chaoyun Kingdom's military deployment, material supply and internal conflicts."

Zier's eyes were firm and his tone was calm.

Another general, Eric, also expressed his opinion: "We should consider taking advantage of the terrain to formulate a strategy to win by surprise. The terrain in northern Xinjiang is complex, with mountains, forests and grasslands, which are our natural barriers."

Other generals also spoke one after another and put forward various suggestions and plans.

The atmosphere in the tent gradually became lively, and people's emotions were also aroused.

Utour listened carefully to the opinions of each general and nodded in agreement from time to time.

At this moment, Utur suddenly turned to Wei Shao who was sitting in the corner.

Utour's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he could see through everything: "Wei Shao, as the former general of Chaoyun Kingdom, you should know their inside story very well. Now I need you to provide all the information about Chaoyun Kingdom."

Wei Shao took a deep breath and tried to stay calm: "I understand what you mean, His Highness Utur. I can tell you some news about Chaoyun Kingdom."

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became solemn, and everyone's eyes were focused on Wei Shao.

Wei Shao began to tell what he knew about the situation of Chaoyun Kingdom, including military deployment, weapons and equipment, strategic plans, etc., his voice was clear and firm.

Utur listened very carefully and interrupted from time to time to ask for details.

Wei Shao also provided as much detailed information as possible, which was very important to the soldiers in Northern Xinjiang.

When Wei Shao finished speaking, there was a brief silence in the tent.

Utur stood up after a moment of silence and walked to the center of the tent: "Generals, I have heard your suggestions and plans. Now I want you to remember these messages and formulate a plan to deal with Chaoyun Kingdom. .”

He paused and glanced at the faces of each general: "Our soldiers in Northern Xinjiang are brave warriors. I believe that as long as we unite and work together, we will be able to defeat the enemy."

After finishing speaking, Utur walked out of the tent.

The soldiers in the tent looked at each other, their eyes full of determination and power.

They are ready to fight for the honor and homeland of Northern Xinjiang.

Wei Shao ignored the generals of Northern Xinjiang and walked out of the camp alone, looking solemnly at the chaotic battlefield outside.

After yesterday's fierce battle, the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning. Countless weapons, broken flags and ownerless horses were scattered on the battlefield.

Wei Shao felt a deep pain in his heart. He knew that this war had brought endless pain and sacrifice to both sides. Wei Shao's eyes wandered around the battlefield, passing through the chaotic crowd and landing on the land stained red with blood.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles were slightly pale from exertion. A look of sadness flashed across his face, but was quickly replaced by a look of determination.

For the sake of peace between the two countries and for the warriors who lost their lives in this war, he could not sit still and wait for death.

With a deep sigh, Wei Shao turned around and returned to his tent.

The air in the tent seemed to be a little dull. Wei Shao sat alone at the table, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.

His eyes were hollow and deep, as if he was thinking about something. The mist of hot tea slowly rose, blurring his face and the complex emotions in his heart.

In the early morning of the next day, Wei Shao got up early, packed his equipment, and walked out of the camp.

He saw General Utour and General Eric discussing something, with a hint of nervousness and expectation on their faces.